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When I was Growing up I was always Told I had to work Hard to get Inside the Door and once I got Inside my job was to open it for Others. I am Opening the Door and Knocking it Off its Hinges. I'm an American Sappho c/s Who Else?

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Sunday, February 6, 2011

They are Sketches from the Throat: Renewed as if Never before it were Muzzled. Speak now Sonnet!

They are sketches from the Throat, Rapidly
composed to put a Plug in the Globo
of Humanity, filled with essential
breaths that say, "I'm not Alive for a Day
a Day that comes and Goes like Sonnets
without Rhyme. No! No! I am an Author
even if Rushed, I will not be Silenced."

Within each Person sleeps an Eternal
poet--a Double of Verse. Awakened
under Stress of Pain and Indecision.
With Rights rescinded, the Sonneteer
yet has an Answer that begins in Words
and Ends in them, Renewed as if Never
before it were Muzzled. Speak now Sonnet!

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“No cachas ni piches ni dejas jugar”

The person who merely watches the flight of a bird gathers the impression that the bird has nothing to think of but the flapping of its wings. As a matter of fact this is a very small part of its mental labor. To even mention all the things the bird must constantly keep in mind in order to fly securely through the air would take a considerable part of the evening.

Wilbur Wright

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The Contents of this Sonnetblog are Fictional; any and all Resemblances to Persons or Places are Purely Coincidental. C/S